When the Paint Peels was recorded on a rainy January afternoon in one of the back rooms of Swing State, a small art & music venue in the northern wastes of Illinois. The entire operation was executed on an analog reel-to-reel device.
“It makes you listen with your ears, rather than your eyes,” Isaac said as he loaded the magnetic tapes. My jaw hit the floor. Somewhere, miles away, my computer was steadily collecting a fine layer of dust.
